Lost Emotion
At a table for two, tucked in a corner, a couple sits across from each other. They are filling time. They have arrived at the airport early, and the plane they are waiting for, the one their daughter is on, is late.
The woman is sitting on the edge of her seat, draining the last of her orange pekoe tea. She has finished her biscuit and has set her plate and knife neatly on the tray between them.
Noticing she had finished, he had moved his saucer over and made room for her plate without speaking, without the woman having to ask. He cradled his empty cappuccino mug between his hands as though claiming every last bit of warmt
I think it's a very bad sign that i had to search for a few minutes to figure out how to submit a new journal entry...
i'm not sure i actually have any watchers left it's been so long since i was here... but the beginning of the new year has me thinking i should do some writing...
and so - i have made a resolution that I will write something every week...
i'm going to start out going only for quantity... quality will have to follow once i get back into the swing of it... that being said, i'm not going to decide how much shit i have to write except to say it can't just be a journal entry that is lame and makes stupid excuses...
and also